The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-12-07
GARRIsoNs ADVENT IN ST. LOUIS.
His Frightful Death Recalls a Chapter
from Dickens american Notes"

from Dickens American Notes"
From the Neto York Tribune.
ST. LOUIS, Dec 1.-The death of G.. R.
Garrison, vino with his brother C. K. Gar
rison, met death on Mo day morning in a
Webb City zinc mine, recalls the fact that
his advent in st. Louis attracted interna-
tional attention. 1t was in January, 1912,
that Charles Dickens, on his first tour in
America, left the East for trip through
the Wesh He came out TO st. Louis in that
journey, and by June was back in the
East. 1t was on his travels from Louisville
to ST. Louis by steamboat, that he met with
baby, who figured in a scene so sweetly
described by the novelist that thousands of
persons will think tenderly of the person
who made an impression upon the great
writer. The baby described in what fol-
lows was G.. r. Garrison:
"On the fourth night after leaving Louis
vile we reached st. Louis, and here | wit
messed the conclusion of an incident, trifiing
enough in itself, but very pleasant to see
There was little woman on board with
little baby; both little woman and little
child were cheerful, good-looking, bright
been passing long time with her sick mother
In New York. The baby was born in her
mothers house, and she had not seen her
husband Ito whom she was now returning
for twelve months, having left him month
or two after their marriage
well, to be sure, there never was a little
woman so full of hope and tenderness and
love and anxiety as this little woman was I;
and all day long she wondered whether she"
would be at the wharf; and whether ''he"
had got her letter; and whether if she sent
the baby ashore by somebody else, she"
would know it, meeting it in the street :;
which, seeing that he had never set eyes
upon it in his life, was not very likely in the
abstract, but was probably enough TO the
young mother She was such an artlesss
little creature, and was in such a funny,
beaming, hopeful state, and let out all this
matter clinging close about her heart so
freely that all the other lady passengers en-
tered into the spirit of it as much as she.
There was one little weaZen, dried-apple-
faced old woman who took occasion to
doubt the constancy of hus-
bands in such circumstances of
bereavement; and there was another lady
with lap dog old enough to moralize on
the lightness of human affections, and yet
not so old that she could help nursing the
baby now and then, or laughing like the rest
when the little woman called it by its
fathers name and asked it all manner of
fantastic questions concerning him and the
JOY of her heart. Then a great crowd of
people rushed on board, though the boat was
not yet made fast, but was wandering about
among the other boats to find a landing
place; and everybody looked for the hus-
band; and nobody saw him; when in the
midst of lis all-heavep knows how she ever
got there-there was the little woman cling
ing with both arms tight around the neck
of fine, good looking, sturdy young fellow.
And in a moment afterwards there she was
again actually clapping her little hands for
JOY as she dragged him through the small
door of her small cabin to look at the baby
as he lay asleep.